Ingress. Egress. Portal. Hatchway. It’s funny how we take these things for granted. But I opened my bedroom door tonight to get some water and I was like, “Wow, I have a door.”

For the past few weeks, I was without door. Rather, a door that didn’t close. When we moved in, my bedroom door was sort of hard to close and then just recently, the knob came right off, forcing me to perform a MacGyver-esque maneuver in order to escape the confines of my sleeping chamber. This maneuver was quite familiar in my mind, as I performed a similar tactic back in 2000 when someone locked their keys in their room whilst lodging in the PLNU Alumni House. Back then, I rifled through a desk and I utlized a rubber band and a paperclip to succesfully disengage the lock. As I worked, with a collegue looking on in admiration, I hummed the MacGyver theme song. :) But this time, those materials weren’t available to me. Nor, did I have any duct tape. I had to be creative…

But the main point of this story is that I opened the door to get water; and as I turned the knob, I appreciated the fact that it opened and closed with the greatest of ease. I thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. It was cool. So a huge thank you to our great landlords for repairing my knob. I can now sleep with piece of mind, and without having to jam my flip flop underneath as a reverse door stop. I tell you, it’s the little things…

I realized that I am a lot like love. Aaron and love…synonymous. Or wait, am I a lot like justice? Anyway, I am a lot like love and justice, which are both supposedly blind. I came in tonight with the usual crap I tote around, and as I walked through the house I switched off the lights. I stopped at the light before my bedroom and listened to my messages, er, message (singular, since no one calls me) and it was Danny’s mom saying they were going to come by and fix my door. Not putting two and two together, I thought, “Aww, well, that’s nice.” I switched off the light and proceeded to my room, not expecting my door to be fixed…or closed…which of course it was both. I smacked right into it. Good thing my face stopped me.